am i not a cat to you?

blood drips from her
eyes. she has swallowed
the braided tongue of
her brother. without
remorse she is the
queen of indifference
and rue. any harmony
with the sun is forsaken.
any tranquility with the
moon is erased with the
baptism of a recluse. an
empty highway is a beat
to the barren embryo
locked in her chastity.
how sweet, this dubious
tramp. i am her mate in
bliss and agony. in my
grave i sleep with her
satisfied mind.

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